Dear, Mr. President I'm choking in the sand Laying here in a pool of bloody Just trying to understand I'm fighting for their freedom To give 'em your gift of relief But every time I see you I see nothing but a thief My God! Bullets flying! My God! People dying! And you don't care! Profiteering off the miserable My God! Families crying! My God! You're still lying! You cut 'n run! You are nothing but a war criminal! Yesterday I saw the bodies of A slaughtered man and wife A caved in skull became his fate From her throat stuck a knife I tried to find the tears But none fell on my face And I felt with every stop loss That I'll never leave this place My God! Bullets flying! My God! People dying! And you don't care! Profiteering off the miserable My God! Families crying! My God! You're still lying! You cut 'n run! You are nothing but a war criminal! War crimes! War crimes! (criminal) War crimes! War crimes! (criminal) Dear, Mr. President Do you think of me When you're golfing with your friends? When you curl up to go to sleep? Is there something I can do To make you become aware? Cause I am not expendable But you don't seem to care My God! Bullets flying! My God! People dying! And you don't care! Profiteering off the miserable My God! Families crying! My God! You're still lying! You cut 'n run! You are nothing but a war criminal! Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com